She came back, sat down and took the collar, "Youknow what to do" and she placed her right foot in front of my face, "Nowbe a good boy and lick my foo..., come on" and as I began to lick she placedthe other foot on my head just to keep it still. After maybe 10 minutes somebodyknocked on the door, "Come in!" she called and pushed me further below thetable. "Hello!" I heard some guy's voice, "Hmm, are you miss Marla Jones?" "Yes,yes I am, come on in…" "Hi, my name is Philippe, Philippe Marceaufrom. A few minutes later, she saw a young man in a tan short sleeve shirt and lighter tan shorts maneuvering a hand truck that held her trunk."I have to go back to the truck for the rest of your boxes. I will be right back," he said, as he took the heavy trunk off the hand truck. He went back down the elevator only to return with the rest of her boxes a few minutes later. Once he had all of her things upstairs, he removed his shoes in keeping with company policy when entering a carpeted. "Mmm!" she sighs, "Just wanted to get you thinking nasty thoughts. Hold on to them and that hard-on until we're done with dinner. You don't want burned biscuits, do you?" You are so evil!" I moan and smack her sharply on her beautiful butt. "Now I have to go take a cold shower. No, I have a better idea; I'll take a hot shower and jerk off to a vision of that perfect ass." Jerk off all you want," she laughs, "but you better be ready to rut when I am!" How could you doubt me, woman? I could be on. There was no point in playing tough. She rushed down the stairs she had just climbed, the stone steps still pristine and sharp in this look back at history. She came to the edge of the arena, jumping up and down and laughing as she watched the warriors battle. A part of her was telling her that she was wrong to enjoy this, that she was actually watching people die in a place where, as she had said, Christians had been executed. But the rest of her knew that these guys had died almost two.